Embryo

Magnetic

That feeling of passion that we get when listening to certain songs is a result of recognition--the merger of the soul that the musician pours into his record with that of the listener. It makes perfect sense then why music is so powerful. It is human connection.

Three Times the Charm

Today is International Women's Day and, to celebrate, here are three amazing ladies whose style inspires me.

Isabel Lucas

Ruby Aldridge

Keira Knightley

collages by me

i think hope

I've been consumed lately with a thirst for real. I gasp for it like a fish gasps for water. I want for it to roll over my pores so I can breathe. And I don't know what it means exactly but I know that there isn't enough of it. Instead it seems that real is a condition that isolates and makes one an outsider in a society based on appearances. Have you felt this silent tragedy in the every day? People caring too much about the wrong things and not nearly enough about the right ones. It's like gravity has been overthrown and everybody's priorities have gotten all mixed up. The formalities, the judgment; the pretension, the artificiality. Popularity. Money. Status. What does any of it matter? Airs. What is the need for them? The only air I believe in is the nature that sustains us.

"I like a look of Agony,
Because I know it's true"
-Emily Dickinson

But when I plug my ears with melodies that have soul, that resurrect pain once felt, I know it exists. It exists in the people that I surround myself with. It exists in art. In words. In silence.

I just want more of it. More smiles. Real smiles. Real laughter. I want Pink Floyd to ring through everyone's hearts. "Strangers passing in the street, by chance two separate glances meet, and I am you and what I see is me." Yes, in the street I want that hey stranger, we are one and the same. Want to see the message placating the features of the passersby.

People either laugh at hippies, or try to dress like them, but it is the truths in the original hippie philosophies that should be reinstated. I still believe in the dream.

"Yes, if you're looking for infinity, just close your eyes!"
-Milan Kundera

why friends are beautiful

a miscellaneous number of minutes ago i felt like stifled grass, and now i feel like crystal

it's a shame

you can't hide from something like a headache, or any pain that consumes you. you can't detach yourself from it, so instead you walk around in the cage wrought by your own chemistry

and im feeling a bit like earth under concrete, stifled grass. want to stretch out towards the sun